Saturday, April 21, 2012

Train of Thought

I hope you enjoy these poems I wrote while I was on a train!

A flock of birds pass
Below, not above,
Their wings silver flashes
Equal, en mass.

A farmhouse, robed white,
Flies by, then a field.
Rows upon rows of
A viridian sight.

A church steeple peeps
Above the wild trees,
And the cattle are grazing in
Fenced-about keeps.

Yellow weeds jumble
In sweet disarray;
I wonder if the birds feel
Their home is quite humble!

Old shacks and cars and rusted roofs,
A cemetery so aloof.
We pass them by and hear the sound
Of whistle warning those on ground.
Rows of green, or tumbled bunches
Remind us soon it's time for lunches.
Death and life in close proximity--
They echo of eternity.

Owl-like I am,
To soak up all the sights,
A swivel-head
You could call me by rights....
Tunnels of green bowers,
A field full of flowers,
A junkyard with wire hills,
A river the sky fills.
Rippling, soft grass I see,
Cows lumbering by me.
People walk by inside,
Fixing their swaying stride.
A longhorn leads a pack
'Cross a glassy blue track.
A red truck keeps abreast
With the train, 'til we crest.
A butterfly says hello
As we enter town real slow.

The charm of a train is lost
When we lose an hour
Stopped on the tracks.
It picks up again
The minute we set off.


Abigail Pruence said...

Hi Melissa! I am so glad I got to meet you at church today. I had fun looking around your blog, you are a good poet and writer :)

God bless and hope to see you again :)

Melissa M. said...

Thank you! I'm glad I got to meet you, too! I'll take a look at your blog. :)